There lived a woman in Hembach whose son of barely sixteen
years was named Johannes. She took this son to the Witch’s gathering. Because
he knew how to whistle, she demanded that he whistle while they danced.And so that he could be heard by the dancers,
he was told to climb the highest tree. The young lad followed these
instructions, and climbed the tree. He sat and whistled down upon the group
that danced with such verve and because everything seemed so wonderfully odd he
called out foolishly: “May dear God protect you, from whence comes such dotty
and absurd riff raff? He had hardly spoken these words when he
fell from the tree, sprained his shoulder and cried out that the assembled
should come to his aid. But there was no one there, only him alone.
In the Detter Mountains, three hours from Muenster,
lived a Wild Man by the name of Grinkenschmidt. He lived deep in a hole beneath
the ground, covered with grass and straw and you can still see today where it
once was. In that hole deep below the soil he made things of iron, rod-like and no one could open these artifacts.